The Shift In Carriage 4 - Lily #4

The encounters for Lily in Carriage 4 continues. This time, things take a twist.

The train hummed beneath me like a low purr.

Carriage 4 was empty, as usual, save for a student asleep three rows down and the faint reflection of my silhouette in the window beside me.

I looked at my reflection, I looked tired from another day at work, but something stirred inside me as I felt tonight might be another journey of interest.

Midnight trains were my favourite. Shadows softened everything, and the few passengers left were either too tired to notice or too curious to look away.

I sat with one leg crossed over the other, the hem of my skirt strategically adjusted -- just enough. I'd already taken my coat off and had my favourite blue dress on. The one that enhanced my breasts, the cleavage on show and my long naked legs on display.

To most, I probably looked like a woman lost in a book.

But I never read on these rides. I watched. I invited.

Then he entered.

An older man, perhaps mid-fifties, with silver threaded through his short dark hair and an elegance I wasn't prepared for. He didn't hesitate. Didn't scan for empty seats.

He simply walked down the aisle and stopped in front of me.

"Is this taken?"

His voice was low, confident, and British. Polished. My usual smile curled instinctively.

"Not at all. Please."

He settled across from me, neatly folding his long coat and setting it beside him. No phone. No book. Just his hands, resting calmly, one over the other.

Most people fidgeted when they noticed me, or stared. Or both. He did neither. He looked. Measured. Like he was reading between the lines I hadn't written yet.

"You look comfortable here," he said after a moment. His tone wasn't flirtatious. It was observational. That intrigued me more.

"I am. Midnight trains are my escape."

"From what?"

I laughed lightly. "Who says I'm escaping?"

"Because people who aren't escaping don't look quite so composed."

I tilted my head, intrigued. "And what brings you here, then?"

He gave a faint smile. "I like the quiet. The honesty of it."

His eyes lingered on mine a second longer than most men dared. And yet, there was nothing desperate in him. No wide-eyed hunger. Only patience.

I shifted in my seat, slightly caught off guard. Something about him unnerved me, not in a bad way, but usually it was me who showed off confidence, but he was watching me the way I usually watched others.

"What do you see?" I asked him curiously.

"A woman who usually controls the room. And hates being surprised."

"I don't hate surprises," I said. "Only when they're not interesting."

He chuckled. "Good. Then I won't apologise."

There wasn't much conversation but just the usual civil comments. Each word was carefully placed.

I noticed my posture changing. More alert. Curious. A little excited. This was a new experience for me; I was on the back foot, rather than leading the conversation and direction.

I crossed and uncrossed my legs, the usual playfulness I like to adopt to see people's reaction, but his gaze never dropped; he just watched. He must have seen my underwear, even for a second and yet nothing.

Was he playing a different game? Or no game at all, I couldn't read him.

And somehow, I liked that.

"You're used to being watched," he said finally.

I nodded. "And you're not easily impressed."

"Not anymore."

That hung in the air.

"What does it take to impress you?" I asked.

"Someone who listens and does as I ask, more than they speak."

That stung more than I expected; I had no comeback.

He wanted to see if I wanted to play the game.

And of course I did.

The lights in the carriage dimmed slightly, and the world outside turned into a blur of rain-slicked trees and fog.

I adjusted my dress and deliberately pushed down the straps of my dress over my shoulders and showing him my cleavage. My subtle signal.

He noticed.

"You wear your confidence", he said.

"And does it suit me?" I replied.

He considered that. "Perfectly. But I now want to see how much more confidence you have"

I raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"Stand up for me", he replied

I hesitated briefly but did what I was told.

Was he leading this? I'm used to leading. But it was kind of exciting.

I exhaled slowly.

"Now what?" I enquired.

"Slide your dress down, I want to see you", came the reply.

Something shifted in me. I wasn't controlling this. And I didn't want to stop it.

I wanted to fall into it.

I dropped my dress to the floor, leaving me standing there with my black underwear, sexy underwear in my opinion, partly see-through, my nipples erect, pushing against the fabric.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a silk blindfold and instructed me to turn around.

He stood behind me. I was tensing, I was getting warm, I was getting wet.

What the hell is happening here, as I felt the blindfold go over my eyes?

"Good", came the reply.

He continued, "Now lean forward, hands on the seat in front of you, legs apart, I want to see your ass".

I was getting very uneasy, shaking at this point.

Then I feel his hand run up my legs, his gentle, warm hands as they worked up higher.

I couldn't tell how far he was going to go, but soon got the message when I felt fingers between my legs.

Then a pause, the sounds of something unzipping.

What was he doing? Was he really...?

Then I felt his hand on my back pushing me down, the other hand sliding my underwear to one side as a finger entered me, then two.

I let out a moan, my pussy wet for him, coating his fingers, he started fucking me with them.

I am now hot, horny, sweating and wet; this was a new experience, and I'm loving it.

He walked right behind me, and I could feel his presence; something hard pressed into me.

I was about to move and turn around when he said.

"I think it's time for me to take you", he said again, confidence oozing in his voice.

I nodded and murmured, "Take me, fuck me".

I feel his hard cock enter me, so slow and delicate at first, feeling him slide inside me, the best moment.

Then I feel his hands on my hips and start moving in and out, slowly, but with purpose.

"You feel good on me", came the reply.

His hips started moving faster, then harder against me, fucking me as the train rocked side to side.

I hold one hand on the seat to balance myself, and with my right, I slide my fingers between my legs and start to rub my clit.

The sensation, the excitement, is taking hold of me now, the sweat appearing on my forehead, and my pussy is soaking.

When it happened, the orgasm was intense, the release was good, enhanced by this excitement, this stranger fucking me, blindfolded, on a public train. How good was this!

I knew tonight something was going to happen, but not this.

The train began to slow as he leaned over and whispered, "I'm cumming for you," and with a gentle moan, I could feel his load release inside me.

The train continued to slow as he moved away, hands off me and guessed he was standing up and zipped up his trousers.

"You can get up now"

I stood up, cum running down my legs, I then removed the blindfold, and he was looking at me, smiling.

"Good night, Lily."

My mouth opened, but no words came out.

I never told him my name, how...?

And as he disappeared into the shadows of the platform, I then look down and on his seat was a card.

No name. Just a number.